Dia de los Muertos The dead still seek the light, orbit the neural sparks of those few whose memories still hold them.   Time Depicted as a Continuum of Frozen Crystals, Falling Snow falls, drifts, the barren expanse pure, unbroken by shape or shadow - your footprints erased.

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